Torn in two

Chapter 11

I didn't actually realize how hungry my stomach was until we were on the MacArthur Causeway Bridge heading towards Miami Beach. His navigation says we only have a couple minutes until our destination. The mood is light, we're listening to some soft tunes and the sunroof is open wafting a nice breeze into the truck.
He pulls onto a side street and parallel parks his tank of a Jeep.
I click my tongue, "impressive."
"Not me bragging or anything, but I do have a Commercial Driver's License," he shrugs, grinning.
He hops out of the truck and before he can make his way over to my side, I open the door.
"Here let me help you," he darts over, lifting me to the ground with ease.
"Your parents raised such a gentleman," complementing his manners.
"I actually have my grandparents to thank. My parents moved back to Mexico years ago," he reveals.
Around the corner from where we parked was a taco truck: Tres Reyes.
"I've never been here before," I said in interest.
The place was super cute with string lights streaming down to various picnic tables.
"My Abuelita use to take me here before she passed," he peeks over at me gauging my expression.
"She must of had good taste. This place is adorable," I look around in awe.
We get to the window and he looks at me briefly before ordering, "¿dos o tres?"
"Dos, porfa," my stomach growls.
He smiles and orders for us.
"¿Me puede dar dos tacos de lengua y tres de carne asada?"
"¿Para aquí?" the cashier asks.
"No, para llevar," Zak responds handing him his credit card.
We weren't eating under the pretty lights?
"Gracias, señor," placing his credit card back in his wallet and turning back to me.
He laces his fingers through mine and walks towards an empty picnic table.
"Where are we eating?" looking quizzically at him.
"You'll see, but we have to hurry," he instructs.
Not even thirty seconds later our bag of tacos were brought to our table.
He unlaces his fingers from mine and hops up to grab the bag.
"Gracias. Buenas noches," lacing his fingers back in mine he tugs me towards the marina.
With his long strides to keep up with, we were on the beach in no time. He continues tugging me along so I won't fall behind on the sandy terrain. The fishing pier above us was generating enough light for us to still see, but the horizon infront of us was the real show stopper.
The dark violet and blue hues casting off of the ocean from the suns disappearance was honestly breath taking.
He sits down in the sand, opening the bag of tacos.
He hands me my two tacos warm in their foil.
"Cheers," he holds his own foil covered tacos and clinks them with mine.
"Thank you, Zak. The sunset is gorgeous," I gush.
"What's left of it. We missed the golden hour," he apologizes.
"Next time?" I suggest.
Nervous butterflies release in my stomach anticipating his answer. He could say no and this date could get quite awkward.
He smiles reassuringly, "of course."
Taking a bite of my taco I attempt to stifle a moan.
The meat is so tender and juicy.
Zak is staring at me highly amused.
"What's funny?" mumbling, trying not to laugh.
"I want that reaction later when I make you orgasm," he simply states and takes a big bite from his taco.
I blink. I can feel my cheeks flush becoming really turned on.
"I come here when I'm stressed and need to get away," he reveals.
"Are you stressed right now?" Slightly frowning by his response.
"You're doing a better job fixing that than this sunset," he turns his head and winks.
His smile dazzles me. His teeth are bright in the now darkened sky. The sounds of people laughing and talking above us on the pier and near the marina was proof we weren't alone. Although, I felt as if we were the only two people around, we weren't. There was another couple farther away from us under the pier fooling around. We both do our best at ignoring each other. The gentle waves knocking on the shore and the smell of salt water misting from the ocean close to our feet was soothing. If I weren't next to Zak I could easily fall asleep from the oceans natural lullaby. I finish my last taco crumping up the foil and shoving it into the bag. Zak does the same.
"So, Nikki, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for work?" He curiously asks.
"I manage the alcohol and beverage inventory at Club Inferno. The place from last night," I share.
"Oh yeah, you told me this morning your brother owns that place, right?" He looks pleased he remembered.
"Yeah he does. My twin," I add.
"Having a twin must be interesting. Is it true what they say about being able to read minds?" He further questions.
"No," I chuckle at his question. He's not the first to ask that.
"We can read each others emotions more easily. But I don't subconsciously know what he's doing at every moment like identical twins apparently can," I ramble.
"That's still a pretty neat trick, assuming you two are close?" He raises an eyebrow.
"We were closer before our parents died last year," confessing.
"I'm really sorry to hear that, Nikki," his words sounding genuine.
"I like your spot," I say quietly.
"Feel free to also make this your spot," he places his hand on my thigh gently rubbing circles onto my skin.
"Mmm, that feels nice," I murmur.
"Does this feel nice?" He asks while his hand glides towards the area between my legs.
I gasp when his thumb gently brushed across my slit.
A slow smile spreads across his lips.
"And how about this?" He begins to trace circles with his thumb on my clitoris.
Not with too much pressure because my underwear was in the way.
I gulp and nod.
With his other arm he guides me lightly so I'm lying in the sand.
His face hovers over mine. Even with the moonlight casting above us, I'm unable to see his irises. They were almost as dark as his pupil in this light, but I knew he was observing me.
I grasp the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine.